She’s sitting there in the next room like she owns the place, skinny as hell but with boobs that make gravity confused. Eighteen, freshly legal, shy in that cute “pretend-I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing” kind of way, but you can tell she knows exactly how much attention she’s pulling. There’s this weird charm about her, half-sweet, half-damn-you-know-what-you’re-doing.
She doesn’t need some fake background or fancy setup. Just a chair, a camera, and that nervous little smile that turns every dumb brain in chat into a puddle. Being new makes her even more fun to watch, because she’s figuring it all out, and nothing beats that kind of raw awkward heat. Big boobs on a skinny body—it’s like her whole shape was designed to mess with focus.